Scrubs is one of the most fantastic shows ever. Nearly every situation you could ever deal with in life will be discussed in at least one scrubs episode. Should you ever find yourself in need of guidance but lack some sort of oracle or wise sage or a direct, evangelical-republican-candidate-esk line of communication with god, turn to Scrubs. You will find guidance provided to you in an irreverent and amusing manner that gives you hope and understanding without sacrificing fart jokes, sex, and general weirdness. So buck up there Sally hike up those pink panties and go watch some scrubs and become wise.

It's not that great, you hardly even look at it... wait it's Wednesday? Holy crap, I've been logged since last thursday... Who's birthday is it, do I have any new friends? What's that girl got on her head in her profile picture... hey! That jerk hit me with a sheep!.....

It's just a simple website that shouldn't be all that interesting. Just a few photos, some status updates and now those goddam quiz things, and yet, you just spent four hours on there. When asked what you do on there you suddenly realize you have no freakin' clue. You can however tell people, which classic muscle car you are, the color of you and all your friends personalities and what random household object you are (a pencil, I think). You also know that the dumb hick you hate from your bio class is dating some bimbo who took her picture awkwardly looking into a mirror.

Although Facebook is the far less seedy alternative to myspace, you can still enjoy some mostly harmless cyberstalking. Find out that girl's favorite bands so you can casually mention them in conversation, or if that guy holding a beerbong in his profile picture is single. This is far more effective and safer than the older method of holding an actual conversation with human beings.

Another nifty trick is the status update. You can let hundreds of casual acquaintances know how miserable you are over blowing your final exam, or how in love you are with your boyfriend/girlfriend of the past six hours. Near strangers love nothing more than some cyber-whining (A note to my FB friends, yes, I am aware I complain constantly on there. My status right now should read: "Kyle is being a hypocrite.")

Yes, there is no reason to spend as much time there as you do, but it seems to happen anyway. So embrace the FB (I pronounce it Ff-Buh) and start poking some people!

WOAHHHH.... That is far to touchy a subject for me to give you an opinion on... This blog has a strict policy against offending people... And by people I mean people who click on my advertisements and make me money.

I advise sticking with your current opinion, unless Jesus is telling you to eat tacks or kill people. Especially this person. I'm pretty sure you got some lines crossed if that's the case.

One thing I will say, the Jesus in this picture seems to be pretty tall, Arian and pasty for an ancient-Middle-Eastern-Jewish-Torah-nerd. I'm just sayin'...

They are F******* awesome! How could you survive a single day without the use of short mono- or bi-syllabic sounds which have been randomly assigned an offensive meaning. Each word seems carefully crafted to lend itself to loud shouts. Without these four-letter travesties of civilized speech, stupid people would have to settle for mumbling quietly and ceding their crap-tastic argument.

It is a well documented fact that cussing 5-10 times per day lowers blood pressure and relieves back pain.

There is a question as to why some words are more offensive than others. There are many arguments as to why this is, but frankly who gives a S***!?

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